Myryama

…but about an hour ago we had a burst of rain of unnecessarily dramatic proportions. That’s not the strange bit. Someone, who shall remain nameless but was, in fact, the wife, left the door from the dining room to the garden open so, when I went downstairs a few minutes ago, I almost drowned in the pool of water that had gathered by the dining table. I’ve cleaned it up, of course, pumped out the sideboard, wrung the curtains, mopped the floor and walls, but this will doubtless turn out to be my fault (I should have known that the door was open) sooner or later. Sooner?

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